"Mr. Yan, let's talk about these things later. For now, focus on recovering your hand first." If possible, An Hao still hoped Yan Ye could return to the operating table.
Yan Ye looked at his wrist and let out a heavy sigh. He was about to say something, but when he saw the tears glistening in An Hao's eyes, he held back in the end.
Finally, he only nodded and agreed, "If my hand recovers, I'll definitely return to the operating table and stay there until the day I die!"
"Alright." An Hao wiped away the tears that were about to fall. "Mr. Yan, I'm waiting for you! Waiting to see you back at the operating table!"
"Don't be sad anymore." Qin Jian, seeing how upset An Hao was, felt troubled inside as well. "Yan Ye, you have to get better! You promised that if one day my father needed surgery, you'd perform it yourself."
"Alright. I'll do my best!" Warmth filled Yan Ye's heart.
This relatively heavy topic made the atmosphere in the ward grow significantly heavier.
